An Old Cow Eating Tender Grass / Type-Moon Heavy Industries: I'm Not Interested in Men Who Are Too Small! ...

"There are ingredients here. Looks like I'll have to cook for myself."

Roy thought sadly, missing Liliana more than ever at a time like this. As for asking Scathach to cook for him, he still didn't dare entertain the idea.

But Scathach's actions left him dumbfounded.

A rune seemed to flash across the bodysuit of the Queen of Shadow Land. Then the bodysuit suddenly transformed, and she changed into a modern set of house clothes.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Scathach looked gentler and more refined in her house clothes than she had in that battle outfit.

"You should be more accustomed to seeing clothes like these. I can tell at a glance that you're someone who doesn't know how to handle domestic matters and has always been looked after by others. Let your master cook for you personally."

Scathach pursed her lips and smiled without showing her teeth. She looked like the kind older sister next door who always greeted you with a gentle smile, causing you, when young, to regard her as the goddess of your dreams.

At that moment, Roy completely forgot how vicious she was. All he remembered was that smile, as gentle as water.

The Old Cow Eating Tender Grass

Roy subconsciously swallowed. Scathach's current appearance was simply too alluring.

She wore a pure-white vertically striped sweater. Her beautiful, dark-purple hair, tinged with red, spilled like silk over her sexy jade shoulders. A few strands mischievously clung to her rosy lips, while her wine-red eyes were enchanting and seductive.

Even such a loose sweater couldn't conceal her proud figure, revealing a pair of long, powerful jade legs.

What the hell is this woman trying to do?!

Roy was dazed for a moment. He wasn't an inexperienced young man who had never been with a woman.